Listening to people express their opinions about life and
its frailty, hearing what they're not saying.
Wanting so much more from life, but putting nothing into
the things they want to be changed.
Seems like they've disconnected from life itself, yet
feeling they're entitled to everything they so desire.
Knowing that is not what reality consists of, asking
self why they do not go to work to get what they want.
Wondering what is short circuiting their minds, not
letting them see pictures or images of what needs to be
done in order to attain what it is they want from life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem